Authors: Nikita Black
Grinning, he leaned against the ship's wheel, casually crossed one ankle over the other, and put the bottle to his mouth for a long pull.
Involuntarily, her lips parted. She watched, mesmerized, as he drank. His Adam's apple bobbed in his corded throat. Tiny rivulets of golden bubbles spilled down his chin and over the defined muscles of his chest, sizzling and popping on his dusky skin. A few drops of liquid splattered onto his blatantly displayed, full, straining arousal. She had to make a conscious effort not to lick her lips.
He waggled his eyebrows naughtily. “Now, where did you say I'd get that tongue lashin'?"
She snapped her jaw shut. The man was a menace. He knew exactly what he was doing to her. This called for war. Plastering an innocent smile onto her face, she twirled the end of the rope in her fingers said sweetly, “Turn around and you'll find out."
"Ah,
bon
..” With a look that told her he was only doing it because it amused him, he turned and draped his arms over the chest-high wheel. “In dat case, lash away."
She leaned into the broad expanse of his back, rubbing her body against his, loving the way his sun-warmed skin felt against her breasts. His tight buttocks pressed into her, fitting perfectly into the cradle of her femininity. She hummed a deep sound of pleasure, momentarily forgetting her objective.
Jacque's hand came around, grasping her hip and pulling her tighter into him. “Why don’ I give
you
a tongue lashin’ instead?” he suggested in a low, erotic whisper.
"That would hardly be appropriate,” she rejoined, recalling her task. Dropping the sword, she quickly tied his wrists to the wheel with the rope.
"Hey!” He peered around at her uncertainly.
It wasn't unknown for her to tie him up, so he didn't appear truly alarmed. But there was the merest hint of wariness in his questioning gaze.
She just smiled. And slipped the bottle from his grip. She fed him another slurp, making sure she spilled a good amount onto his neck and shoulder in the process. “Is it cold?"
"Yes,” he answered testily.
"My, my,” she purred. “You sure are a messy captive, wasting good champagne like that."
"I believe it was you who—"
"And disrespectful, too. I'll have to give you extra punishment for that.” She ran her hand down his back and over his buttock, giving it a firm smack.
He jerked upright. “Ow! Sahara, don’ even think ab—” His words cut off abruptly when she dribbled a long stream of champagne down his spine. He shivered and groaned, tugging at his bonds. “
Chère—
"
"What's the matter,
Capitaine
? Feeling a bit less cocky now?” She gave him a swat on his other buttock.
His muscles jumped and a string of Cajun epithets filled the gentle breeze as he tried to free his wrists from the rope. She grinned, recognizing several choice phrases. But she wasn't worried. She figured she had a good ten minutes. Jacque himself had taught her the various knots used in sailing, and she'd practiced.
Though, in the end, he'd no doubt get loose. She was counting on it.
"'Tis no use, you know.” She dribbled the effervescent liquid back and forth across the wide geography of his shoulders and torso. “You're at my complete mercy,
Capitaine
."
She gave him two precise spanks, splatting champagne droplets everywhere. The sound cracked across the deck, and Jacque let fly a savage curse, yanking at the rope.
"You'll regret this, woman. Jus’ wait ‘til I get free."
She chuckled. “Not a chance of that. You're a very good teacher."
He mumbled another swearword and she kissed him on the shoulder, then lapped at the champagne glistening there.
"A little lower,” he said petulantly, spreading his legs and leaning into the wheel, flexing his rippling shoulder muscles beneath her lips.
She smiled at his reluctant enjoyment of her tongue on his back, and knew she had him. He was so damned easy. She licked his shoulder blade, then spanked him again, just to remind him who was in charge.
"You're so goin’ to regret dis,” he gritted between clenched teeth.
She didn't think so.
Sinking to her knees, she continued her moist, sensual journey down his body. She trickled champagne over every inch of his back and lapped it off. Whenever he moaned and tried to direct her lower, she gave him a sound swat. In no time, his butt was a fetching shade of rose under his dark tan.
She took pity on him and kissed it. “Better?” she silkily asked, moving her lips and tongue gently over his tender flesh. He felt hot, like satin on fire. She saw his balls between his legs, hard and swollen, partially hidden by the nest of black curls. She caressed them as she lapped down his backside.
He tipped his head back and groaned. Engrossed in her delicious task, she didn't even pause when he turned and grasped her head with both hands, guiding her to his engorged cock. Hungrily, she took him in her mouth. He tasted dark and sensual like the sea, sweet and smooth like the champagne she dribbled over him as she licked. She wanted more.
She made a noise of disappointment when the amber liquid trickled to a halt as she poured. “Damn,” she muttered and shook out the bottle, oblivious to the wicked smile that creased Jacque's mouth.
Slowly, he tilted her face up with a finger under her chin. “Dere a problem,
chère
?"
She blinked, struggling to figure out what was wrong with the picture. Then she realized his hands were free and she was kneeling before him in a very vulnerable position. He dangled the rope in front of her nose.
Uh-oh.
A shiver of excitement zinged through her, knowing she was in big trouble. She swiped her tongue over her lips and groped behind her, searching blindly for the sword. “Do not attempt to escape,
Capitaine
. You'll never get away from me."
His brow arched darkly. He came down on his knees, seizing the plastic sword before she could grab it. There was a splash as it hit the water, tossed over the side.
"
Mais, non
. I think it is you who'll not get away from me,
'tite pirate
."
She scrambled backwards. “But that's not—"
He captured her wrist. “My turn, wife."
His forceful arm encircled her and swept her to the deck. Sprawled under him, she gazed at the man she loved with all her heart and knew a moment of exquisite terror as he spread her legs and lowered himself onto her.
"What will you do to me?” Her throat was tight with desire for this powerful man, her husband, and her limbs trembled with anticipation for the sensual delights he'd bestow upon her.
His hand eased up her inner thigh and her next thought was obliterated. His fingers slicked over her, teasing and probing, driving her need for him higher and higher.
"Tomorrow is our anniversary,” he murmured, his voice smooth and sultry as a bayou night. “I think we should begin celebrating."
A vague surprise that she should get off so easily wafted through the back of her mind. “Mmm. Good idea.” She spread her legs wider about his hips. If he didn't come into her soon, she'd go mad.
"Hand me that champagne bottle, will you?” His lips curved up in a deliciously roguish grin.
She blinked. “But, baby, it's empty."
He looked at her, his eyes blazing with endless love and boundless mischief.
Oh, Lord.
He put his mouth to her ear and softly whispered, “
Mais yeah, chère
. I know."
While at heart, stories of romance, Nikita Black's erotic fiction allows women readers to safely explore themes which go beyond broad shoulders and sweet kisses, into the dark world of forbidden fantasies.
Nikita's first erotic novella,
THE RENEGADE'S WOMAN
, was listed #1 in both Romance and New Releases on the E-book Bestseller List for five months following its debut in April ‘99. It was named the #7 overall Bestselling Ebook for 1999.
CAJUN HOT
, Nikita's first full-length erotic romance, was the winner of several awards, including a Dorothy Parker Award of Excellence, given by The Reviewers International Organization (RIO). Her third and most anticipated novel,
SLAVE TO LOVE
, was released in January 2007.
"Needless to say, I am absolutely thrilled about receiving these awards. Erotic Romance is a genre that is generally not recognized iwth such high honors. My objective in writing the Nikita Black books is to explore the depths of the erotic fantasies all women have, which have so long been denied us, or trivialized by this country's predominantly male literary critics and analysts. Nikita's raison d'être is to show women it's okay to fantasize. That it doesn't make you a pervert. Women are hungry to hear that their secret fantasies are nothing to be ashamed of, that it's perfectly normal to fantasize and that the most powerful ones are often very politically incorrect."
Under the name Nina Bruhns, Nikita is a bestselling romance author who writes award-winning novels for Silhouette Romantic Suspense and now also writes paranormal romance for Silhouette Nocturne. She has won such prestigious awards as the National Readers Choice Award, the Booksellers Best Award, and the Daphne du Maurier Award for Best Overall Romantic Suspense Novel for an unprecedented two years, as well as being nominated for a RITA Award.
Her books have been named as the year's Best Series Book by Romance Reviews Today, and as the year's best Intimate Moments twice by Romantic Times BookClub. For information on Nina and her upcoming releases, see www.NinaBruhns.com.
If you liked Cajun Hot, be sure to check out Nikita's upcoming title, The Renegade's Woman. Coming soon from Whispers Publishing (www.whispershome.com).
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